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Gothic Jak: Yes, Torn's hand is bad. And it isn't going to stop being bad for quite a while… -snickers evilly and hands you a free pass-
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Warnings: THERE IS KISSING IN THIS CHAPTER. It's also got a some kinda-sorta-maybe slight OOC, lots of yaio themes, and other forms of violence. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I have never, will never, and currently do not own any of the Jak and Daxter series… But I am working on it! …Anyone wanna kill some Naughty Dog lawyers?
Torn's Little Problem
Chapter 3: When Daxter's Away, Torn Shall Play (everyone can thank lioness of darkness for this loverly idea…)
Bam!
Bam!
Bam!
Bam!
Torn was bashing his head against the wall repeatedly. He had just woken up from another erotic dream—this one featured himself, Jak, a piece of string, and a carrot. You do NOT want me to explain.
The tattooed elf sighed as he felt himself go limp. He had to do something. This was becoming dangerous. HE HAD MOLESTED THE BLONDE DURING A MEETING, FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! True, this happened two weeks ago, and Jak had yet to tell anybody, but still. This had been going on for far too long.
The redhead sighed and pulled himself up from the bed wearily. He dragged himself across the room to the table covered by a huge map. He plopped himself down into his seat, and tried (desperately) to make heads or tails of anything on the piece of paper.
But for some reason, as Torn discovered as his eyes roamed over the many lines and circles that made absolutely no sense whatsoever, he realized that he really…
Truly…
Honestly…
…Didn't care. He didn't care. OH MY GOD, THE APOCALYPSE WAS COMING! TORN DID NOT CARE ABOUT ANYTHING CONCERNING CRAP THAT WOULD HELP THE UNDERGROUND IN IT'S FIGHT! THE END WAS COMING!
…Cough. Anyway, the only thing that he really gave a damn for at that moment was Jak and his body. The tattooed elf gritted his teeth as he tried desperately to fight back the image of the blonde doing… things… with the carrot and that damn piece of string.
Curse that stupid piece of string… And the way it caressed Jak's lips… Dangling from them so teasingly as the blonde ran his fingers up and down the length of—
"MAR MOTHER FUCKING DAMMIT!"
…Torn is not having fun, is he? I think we should leave him for a sec to check on Jak, what do ya say? You think so, too? Yes, that's a lovely idea.
Jak blinked. And blinked. And blinked again. Then, for the fifteenth time, he read the note Sig had handed him that was supposedly sent to him by Daxter.
It read:
Jak—Me and Tess decided to go on a little camping trip up to Haven Forrest. We would've invited ya, but y'know… The two of us need some… Bonding time. Yeah. Well anyways, you understand, right? And don't worry—we'll be back in two days!
See ya later buddy,
Daxter
Jak blinked again. And again. Then once more for good measure.
Then—
"WHO GOES ON A FREAKIN' CAMPING TRIP UP TO HAVEN FORREST THIS TIME OF YEAR?" he shouted. Sig stared at him.
"…You ok?" the black elf finally asked. Jak looked up, startled. He'd been unaware that anyone else had been in the room.
"Uh, yeah. I'm fine," he muttered, crunching the paper up in his hand before throwing it in the trash.
But honestly, who goes to Haven City in the summer time? It's always full of metal heads and nasty things then—It's better to go during fall or spring. Still, this is Daxter we're talking about, and we all know that he was dropped on his head at least three times after birth.
"So Cherrie, what're you gonna do now that the rat is gone?" Sig asked as he polished his beloved Peacemaker.
Jak pondered this. What WOULD he do? The poor guy groaned, because he realized that since Daxter was gone, he'd be left alone with Torn… FOR TWO WHOLE DAYS.
Now, ever since the meeting and the mysterious little hand that had invaded his person, Jak had let Daxter do all the talking when they were around Torn. Jak wasn't angry… He was just cautious. I mean, if it HAD been Torn—which Jak was sure it wasn't!—then who knew what was going on in that creepy little mind of his? I mean, really.
The blonde shuddered as he remembered the feel of that hand running up and down his leg.
If that had been Torn's hand… The blonde bit back a groan.
'Having dirty thoughts again, Jak?' the blonde's dark personality—aka Dark Jak—chuckled evilly inside his head.
'Shut up,' the renegade retorted mentally, groaning.
'Jak! I'm hurt. After everything that I've done for you,' Dark said in mock hurt.
Jak snorted. 'Oh, and just what have you done for me, huh, Dark? Answer me that.'
'What about all those times that I bailed your sorry ass out—you and the rat's, huh? Like last week when you were ambushed by a group of KG's… Who was the one that ripped every single guard to shreds? Hm?'
Jak gritted his teeth together. Dark laughed cruelly.
'That's right—ME. But back to business… Why are you so concerned about Torn?'
'I'm NOT concerned, I'm just cautious. I mean, if it HAD been Torn—'
'That would've made you happy, right?'
'Yes—I mean NO. I mean—'
'Hm, so indecisive…''SHUT IT!'
'I'm sorry—Is that ANGER I hear? You might wanna be careful, Jak… You know what happens when you get pissed off…'
Jak shuddered. Yeah. He knew what happened all right. Dark chuckled again, making Jak grit his teeth even harder.
'Jak, Jak, Jak… You can't run from the truth forever. Eventually you're gonna have to admit to yourself that you feel something for him.'
'I AM NOT GAY!'
'Aw, Jak, don't think of it as being gay. Think of it as being… Experimental. Curious, if you will.'
'I AM NOT CURIOUS! I AM NOT GAY! STOP PLAYING MIND GAMES!'
By now, Dark was having himself a grand old time. It was just so easy to get Jak riled up!
'Mind games? Dear me, Jak, how could you make such an accusation?'
'DIE!' was the blonde's mental reply as he grabbed his gun. Blocking his dark personality out, he stood abruptly (startling Sig, who had been staring at him and wondering whether or not the blonde had finally cracked) and stormed out.
Well, I think it's safe for us to go back and enjoy the company of Torn—
"MAR DAMMIT! DAMN YOU, JAK! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HEAD, DAMMIT!"
…Never mind.
Oh look! Here comes Jak! Wait… Jak in the same room with a lust-filled, hostile Torn…
Oh dear lord in heaven. RUN JAK, RUN!
Jak entered the Underground, his heart pounding against his ribcage. He didn't know why he was so nervous.
As he walked into the room, he saw that a certain tattooed elf was hunched over the table, panting. Jak rushed to his side.
"Torn? Torn, what's wrong? Were you—"
But Jak never did get to finish his sentence. Because in the blink of an eye, Torn whipped around, grabbed the younger elf by the collar, slammed him against the table, and pressed his lips down hungrily against the blonde's.
Now, Jak was a brave, brave elf. He'd gone up against herds of metal heads, flocks of lurkers, dozens of Krimzon Guards, and hell, he'd even been forced to wear a pink dress and lived to tell about it (although this happened at Sandover and he never did tell anyone about it, but that's a story for another day).
But he had never, EVER been kissed before. And he had NEVER expected it would be from Torn. So he was nervous, and slightly scared, which is understandable.
Dark just thought this was hilarious.
'HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA—'Ya see?
In his daze, the blonde vaguely acknowledged the fact that Torn was running one hand up and down his chest.
Torn suddenly jerked back, panting and glaring at the younger.
"Damn you, Jak," he growled, giving the blonde a little shake. "Damn you!"
The blonde could only blink. He was having mixed feelings. On one hand, he was completely confused, scared, and nervous. On another, he was deliriously happy.
Torn slammed his mouth against the blonde's once more, but this time, Jak returned the kiss.
(A/N: Alright, so it gets kinda graphic here. If you don't wanna read, then please, skip right by it, by all means. If not… Well, then enjoy you little perverts!)
Torn nibbled at the blonde's lower lip before slowly dragging his tongue across the wounded flesh. Jak moaned and opened his mouth to the older elf's.
Their tongues battled, each one trying to gain dominance. But as we all know, Torn is not one to be beaten. He made it very clear that HE was the one in charge.
Jak's body jolted as Torn dragged his fingers up and down the area of the place in between Jak's legs. The blonde's groans grew louder, and continued to intensify as Torn pressed himself against the younger elf.
Jak was all to aware of something hard pressing against his thigh. He sucked in his breath quickly, jolts of arousal running up and down his spine.
(A/N: Alright, it's done! You can continue reading now.)
Unfortunately for the two, they were soon interrupted by the door opening. The two jumped away—Jak launching himself onto the nearest bunk and Torn throwing himself behind the table.
The intruder walked into the dim light. It was Ashelin. She stared at the two red faced men, looking from one to the other.
"Yes?" Torn all but growled. He was sexually frustrated. And you would not like Torn when he was sexually frustrated, oh hell no.
Ashelin raised her eyebrows. "I have some information that I thought you'd want," she explained slowly, studying her ex's glazed eyes.
Torn grunted as he realized what he—they—had just done.
"What is it?" he asked, his breathing returning to normal as his heart slowed down, the red in his face fading.
Shaking her head before shooting the tattooed elf a suspicious look, Ashelin proceeded to explain something about a shipment of eco and a group of metal heads.
As they talked, Jak kept shooting looks to Torn. However, the older elf didn't even spare him a second glance.
There. They kissed. Are you people happy now? BUT! This doesn't mean they're officially together. They still haven't gone through that denial phase. Now personally, I thought this chapter sucked. I'll probably go through and edit it later. Well, review and tell me what you think!